Tuesday, March 11, 2008

I went running yesterday morning for the first time since about, oh, grade eight. I'd be lying if I said that I wasn't a little bit sore today, but I'm glad to finally be getting my butt in gear. I'm going again today, and Thursday - three times a week sounds about right to me. There are two fun-runs coming up that I'm thinking about trying: a 3km race in the middle of April (that comes with a buffet!) and a 5km race on June 1st. Yesterday, I ran 600m before I got too winded to continue, so I have some ways to go.

WH and I will be doing this at the beginning of July. We never really took a proper honeymoon, so this will serve as both honeymoon and first anniversary celebration. In the week before we do the tour, we'll be in San Francisco, and today I bought our tickets for a Giants-Cubs game. (Pause while Chorus faints with excitement.) I'm going to save my pennies to buy a gigantic foam finger...

WH and I have recently discovered Google Calendar. I tell ya, for the busy couple on the go, this is a GREAT way to keep track of each other's schedules. And it will sync with WH's outlook, so he only has to update in one place.

Last night, a member of Chamber Choir who suffered some awful injuries in a recent car wreck - collapsed lung, cracked ribs, cracked pelvis - turned up at rehearsal. And stood. And sang. And grinned from ear to ear.

I know what you mean about the running - I recently went back to the gym for the first time in over a year. I was stunned at the difference between what I could do and what I had been able to do (espectially on the rowing machine - "you mean I used to be able to go 15 minutes flat-out on that?!??," I said, exhausted after about 7 minutes of taking it relatively easy)!

About Me

Married 30-something living in Sherwood Park with the husband of my dreams, our beautiful daughter and two ridiculous cats. University administrator, PK, cross-stitcher, choral singer, baseball fanatic... Life is varied and wonderful.

Middle Brother: Also my elder, but by not quite as much as EB. He works for our provincial government, doing neat things with disaster preparedness planning. He beat up the boys who were mean to me in elementary school.

Paternal Unit: My dad, who is a professional storyteller in another province far away.